#I REALIZE I FORGOT EL

[aowyn]

ethuverazhid zhas

[souptotstims]

Slimeariana Stimboard!!

YAY I FINALLY DID IT! i'm actually quite proud of this one as i tried to lean more into specific things rather than just related colors.

made for myself but i know @semifontos wanted to see it :]

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blinkie credit: https://graphics-cafe.tumblr.com

[chirpsythismorning]

El overhearing Will argue with Mike at Rink-O-Mania (from the closet) over the fact that he barely called…

El also overhearing Dustin say Mike was always whining about the Byers line being busy…

[doodlboy]

Silly lil meme ft. B-EL-phie lore 💙

---ref under the cut---

[anartisticdreamer0]

just gonna leave this here

drew this as a cover for a tallulah playlist i made :D

different vers and playlist name under cut

Flor Morada on Spotify!

i feel like they’re less vibrant

[front-facing-pokemon]

[acapellax]

Ahem…👀 +CasUaLly ThRoWs And RuNs AwAy+

[guillemelgat]

Language Goals 2024

Another year, another set of goals! This year, in the actual spirit of my very reasonable 2022 language goals, here are my plans for language study.

Catalan

First and foremost, my goal is to find Catalan friends in my new hometown, because I really need to speak Catalan with people at minimum once a week or I get very sad, and currently I’m not speaking it with anyone at all. This goal is pretty chill though—I just have to actually sit down and put in the time to find people.

My main goal is to read 30 books in Catalan. I’ll make a proper post about it with a list of books that I’m thinking of and how the challenge itself is going to work, but overall I’m trying to pick a mix of styles and genres, so expect anything from medieval literature to YA novels to academic texts. I have a lot of books that I’ve been meaning to read for a while, so hopefully this will give me a chance to chip into some of them. 30 books is less than other versions of this challenge that I’ve seen, but it’s also many more books than I’ve read in Catalan possibly ever and I think it’s more reasonable in conjunction with a full class load. Hopefully it ends up being just the right amount!

Welsh & Basque

This year I really want to work hard to actually get these two to an upper intermediate level, because I’m so close if I put in the work. For both of them, I have two main goals: (1) go through the textbooks/workbooks that I started going through casually last semester (Basic Welsh: A Grammar and Workbook by Gareth King and Standard Basque: A Progressive Grammar by Rudolf P.G. de Rijk) so that I can continue to review and learn new grammatical structures, and (2) watch one episode of a TV series each week in each language. For the TV series, I’m going to be watching Rownd a Rownd on S4C (which is available outside Wales/the UK! Huge win!) and Eskamak kentzen on EITB. If I have time, I’ll try to go through episodes more thoroughly and note down new vocabulary and such, but the main goal is to make a routine of it and watch consistently so I’m trying to keep it simple. I’d also like to use both languages with other people more often if I can, but I think finding a consistent language partner will perhaps be a goal for another year.

Malayalam

I’m planning to focus the first half of the year on Welsh and Basque, and then next fall, I’m hoping to be able to take the Malayalam classes offered by my university and to get into studying my home dialect (or rather, my extended family’s home dialect, since I didn’t speak it at home) as well. Since this will be later and also classroom learning rather than self-study, I’m not going to go into details, but overall, after my trip to Kerala (which I have stuff about, it’s on the docket!), I’m generally feeling much less alienated and much more motivated to study the language. I’m also looking forward to being able to take real classes, which I think will help keep me focused and on track.

Russian

This is a minor goal, but at my friend’s house over the summer, her mom was joking that if they just spoke to me in Russian while I stayed at their house, I’d probably be able to understand it by the end. That led us to concoct a plan where I study a bit of Russian vocab, then go there and do intensive Russian immersion for a weekend or so. This is more of a silly goal, but I’d like to try it because I think it could be fun.

Anki

This isn’t a language goal per se, but rather a general resolution to spend this year learning to use (and tweaking and configuring) Anki. Anki has a notoriously high barrier to entry, and from everything I’ve seen it should be treated as a long-term, intensive project—I’ll hopefully reap the rewards later if I take my time and set up everything right in the early stages. With that in mind, I’m hoping that by the end of the year I’ve figure out a set up for my decks and cards that really works for getting me to remember and be able to use vocab and grammar. I’ll focus on the languages here for the start, but I’m hoping that with habit and time, if I get a good system going I can use it with other languages too.

And that’s it! It’s been a bit since I was systematic about studying languages, but I’ve found that I really miss it and want to go back. I feel like I’m at a really good place with all of these, and I’d like to continue to make progress, so I’m really trying to focus on consistency and hitting the sweet spot of just challenging enough to get myself out of my comfort zone while not burning out. Hopefully I’ve set this up in a way to build habits and make me excited to keep immersing myself with these languages in the coming years, which is really the key to learning any language in the long term—I've realized that I speak Catalan so well because it's fully integrated into my life, and I'd like all these others to be as well. Here’s to a good 2024, and I wish all of you luck with your own goals as well!

[rocknrollsalad]

It took me a while to land on something but! Argyle teaching the kids poker or blackjack and betting pennies or snacks or marbles or something and Steve/nancy/Robin getting upset about them gambling? /./

Thanks for this!! I didn't quite follow the prompt but I got something. I promise you it's a little rambly but it's a full snippet of a story and so I am calling this a GREAT SUCCESS (and I do mean that seriously)

It was another weekend at Hopper's cabin. Stacked on top of each other in the name of safety, slowly learning everyone's breaking point. For two days, he wouldn't so much as let them on the porch but Jonathan started asking a lot of questions about the legal definition of kidnapping and they were allowed to go get "supplies".

He really took one for the team given he was one of three kids there with a parent. Steve proposed marriage but Jonathan turned him down. Again.

The trip itself was uneventful. Nice to see civilization was still standing and talk to other humans but it was still grocery shopping. Bickering about which soda to bring back was no different than fighting for the bathroom. Just better lighting.

Back home, however, Steve stood on the porch sharing looks with Robin and trying to figure out why it sounded like something fun was going on behind the door.

They waited for Jonathan and Nancy to catch up before walking in. If they'd slipped into a different dimension on their drive, they would face it together. A worry Robin must have shared as she dug her fingers into Steve's bicep. Finding the same spot as always. The only mark from this mess Steve was proud to wear.

None of them had time to worry about why the sounds of happiness caused such alarm but one by one they crept over the threshold. As always, led by Nancy and Robin bringing up the rear. Which meant Steve got to watch as Nancy's tense body heaved with annoyance and pulled up to her full height. Annoyance dripped from every bend as she looked at kids she hadn't raised but took ownership over.

Filing in, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin stood behind Nancy to see what was going on. Everyone was gathered around the coffee table, Argyle on the couch like royalty and his subjects surrounding him. It looked a bit like a painting but Steve felt like that a lot when he watched Argyle.

Cards and poker chips were lying all over the table, some still had cards in their hand, but the arguing and excitement paused for their return.

"Where's Hopper?" Nancy asked as Jonathan took the bags from her and trudged off to the kitchen.

"He took Mrs. Byers and her friend out to set some traps or something," Argyle said.

"They went into to go to the hardware store," Dustin said, happy to correct someone.

"And so you're doing this?" Nancy asked.

"We were poking around and found the set," Mike explained.

"Hell yeah, so I said I'd teach them to play!" Argyle sat up with pride, glowing brighter than the lamps that lit the space.

"Do you wanna tie my sweater around your waist or you just gonna drool this time," Robin whispered. Standing on her tiptoes to get as close to Steve's ear as she could.

Steve just sighed and shook his head.

"It's not that hard," Dustin said, picking up the explanation. "Probability and odds, having an idea of what's in the deck, it's math."

"That's...illegal. But here," Nancy held out the bag of snacks they'd bought. "Don't eat everything today though."

"Right on!" Argyle cheered, taking the bag.

Immediately Dustin took over, sorting and assigning value to things. Will took notes so no one could dispute it later, it was a well-oiled machine. One Steve wanted to mess with. He'd never been good at poker but he had a different idea.

"You wanna mess with them?" Steve whispered, leaning toward Robin without taking his eyes off the game.

"Always," she answered.

With arms crossed, Steve walked into the room and stood behind Lucas. The kids were focused on establishing a snack hierarchy and Steve caught Argyle's eyes to offer a smile and hopefully communicate this was all in fun.

"I can't believe you would teach these guys to gamble. They're children, practically babies," Steve said.

Argyle's head tilted in confusion and he tried "We weren't using money, man."

When all the heads turned back toward Argyle, listening to his rebuttal and forming ones of their own, Steve gave a wink and a nod. It took a second before realization washed over Argyle's face and he said "Right on, dude."

"What are you going to do, start beating them up for their lunch money next," Robin chimed in.

"He hasn't won a single hand," Mike said with a groan.

"Yeah, I kinda thought he was letting us win," Lucas added, far more chipper.

Steve laughed, "There's no way you guys could win a hand against him."

"We'll prove it," Dustin scoffed, chest puffed and looking to his friends to chime in.

It took them a second but eventually a chorus of "yeahs" and other affirmations filled the room. There was something people said about going fishing in a barrel that would work right now. It was almost too easy to do this.

"No going easy on them now," Robin said pointing to Argyle who was still a little uncertain in all this.

He dealt the cards though. Steve tried to lock eyes again, as quick as he could before the others looked up from their hands. Holding his thumb up he rotated between thumbs up and thumbs down. Argyle took one last look over everything and gave a wide-eyed nod. They were in.

Candy was tossed in the middle, everyone was in.

Robin lingered over Dustin's shoulder with a full shot of his cards. She held up two fingers which Steve took to mean Dustin had a pair of something. He narrowed his eyes at her and she lowered her hand. Nothing to worry about.

With ease, Steve could see that Lucas didn't have shit. He shouldn't have even joined this round his cards were so bad. Will had potential but would need luck.

From there Steve walked around the table, checking out Mike's cards as he walked by. Again, something could happen but it wasn't looking good. Throwing himself on the couch next to Argyle, leaning into the other's space to look at his cards. Steve did the best he could to keep his face blank for the three tens looking back at him were a great sign.

He flashes a look to let Robin know this is a piece of cake. She follows and perches on the other side of Argyle. Watching the players with the right amount of judgment. Steve watches in awe, wanting to be that good of a showman.

Argyle leans toward Steve, showing off his cards. Not to brag but as an offer. Steve does his best to assess them and think about things, nodding seriously.

Dustin tosses in a big bet, Steve can tell he wants them to lose so he's bluffing and acting like he's got some great hand. It's transparent and, really, exactly what Steve would do.

The bet knocks out Lucas, rightfully so, and Will who just isn't adventurous enough for it. Mike raises and Steve can't help but wonder what these two are thinking. Not that they know what Argyle has but Steve knows Mike doesn't have a leg to stand on here.

All said and done, the table is littered with every snack Nancy brought in, cards have been exchanged, and it's a showdown between Argyle and Dustin.

Steve has full confidence they're coming out ahead here. Nancy takes a judgmental pass through the room and back out to the car. There's a part of Steve that wants to jump up and help her without even knowing what she's doing. She's not really mad at them for having fun so something is clearly going on. He also wants to sit here and win.

Dustin lays his cards down with the full cliche "Read 'em and weep."

He never managed more than his pair. Of threes. Something was going on with suits but it wasn't all the way there. It might help him but Steve couldn't remember all the rules.

Argyle didn't get a chance to lay his cards down. Steve cheered and scooped up all the candy and snacks, pulling them toward his end of the table. Once he had them out of the way, Argyle showed everyone he'd won fair and square.

"It's because Steve cheated," Mike whined.

"Prove it," Steve said with a laugh, staring the kid down. He could feel Robin square up beside him.

"We should play strip poker," Argle said, bobbing his head. "Ya know, when we can get back to your place. We'll get the whole gang."

Steve swallowed a little harder than normal and started praying now was the time he'd developed anything close to a poker face. "Totally," he said.

"Gross," Dustin and Mike said in unison.

"See, I told you. You can't teach the babies to play poker. They aren't ready." Sitting back on the couch, feeling smug and thankful for the distraction, Steve sighed. "Why don't you guys go find Candyland?"

[eruukat]

voice heacanons. [head in my hands] voice headcanons!!!! theyre so powerful......

its rly cool that you can read a characters dialogue with a specific voice and politely disagree with other fans' voiceclaims only to one day wake up and realize u headcanoned them with your own voice on hrt or after voice training that whole time

or the feeling of reading a fic and feeling ur brain twist to see a new perspective as someone else describes their dialogue in a completely different tone of voice than you interpreted it to be. like the difference between a characters voice being harshly cold versus softly spoken with the words themselves carrying a cold, stern weight underneath. such nuance, interpretation, and personal characterization that is up to the audience is so unique to media w text based dialogue, like books n certain video games..... its very underrated i think

[ruluxe]

Tagged by @szivtalan! It's supposed to be the last line of a WIP but I haven't written in a really long time -- too sick and too busy unfortunately. I miss it! So thank you for tagging me in this so I can blow the dust off the last thing I wrote. I tweaked it a bit to post here but I'm still pretty rusty so forgive me if it's cringe.

Part of an au series I'm working on with @gojousfutureexmalewife! Thanks for being my inspiration for this, I love our au! Also this got rly long so I cut it off with a cliffhanger xo

The evening sun settles on Tim, illuminating him in soft amber, a glowing halo casting off his dark hair. He looks ethereal, Kon thinks, and nearly cracks up at the thought. Ethereal is not a word he'd ever use to describe Tim, but here he is looking beautiful against the dusky Kansas sky and it's the only thing Kon can think of.

His chest gets tight and a million scenarios run through his head of all the reasons he should not do this but before he can stop himself, Kon blurts, "I think I love you."

His hand claps against his mouth and he can feel the heat searing in his cheeks as Tim turns, perplexed, but says with a grin, "I know. I love you too."

The words aren't a revelation -- they're not meant in the way Kon means it, he knows. Of all times to be confessing, it shouldn't be now. Not when Tim came here to escape all that; to figure himself out after things didn't work out with Steph; after they didn't work out with Bernard. It wouldn't be fair. He came to Smallville to get away from it all. He came here because Kon is his friend, and friends aren't supposed to let their feelings complicate things. Friends aren't supposed to be selfish in their time of need. But if Kon is being honest, the moment feels right. And the words just keep on coming.

"No," Kon says through his palm. "I think I'm in love with you."

Tim's back is turned as he adjusts the bales of hay onto the truck and Kon doesn't start to panic that he can't see a reaction until Tim stops abruptly, midway through a haul. He straightens, and Kon covers his face quickly, his fingers sliding through the beads of sweat along his hairline. His heart is racing, blood rushing through his veins and thundering in his ears. He knows it's hot out but damn he feels on fire, like an insect trapped beneath a magnifying glass under the July sun.

Kon peaks through his fingers and Tim has straightened but he still hasn't turned around and the longer this draws out, the more Kon feels like he's going to be sick. Chalk it up to heatstroke if Ma asks. Do supers even get heatstroke?

"Tim?" Kon croaks, letting the hand covering his face drop to his side. "Tim, buddy -- please say something."

Tagging @gojousfutureexmalewife , @furiosity, @imaginarydragonling , @tenacityreturns , and anyone else who feels like doing this! Sorry I can't remember who writes anymore :')

[lyctorism]

like no i’m serious the hawkins kids all being el gee bee tee would make total sense. will and robin are gay. steve, nancy, mike, eddie, el, dustin, max, and lucas all are bisexual. i am not kidding. if it doesn’t make complete sense to you then you’re not thinking about it correctly fullstop

[the-acid-pear]

Mentioned my little brother mentioned my mother mentioned my ptsd diagnosis and I got so stressed my eyes started burning and I had to take a pill LMAO

[coeurify]

ellie the type of girl who has to say whatever she’s thinking the second she thinks it or else she forgets. ok, but imagine that during sex

a/n I FUCKIN CANTTT with this plz don’t take this srs its silly goofy

˚✦　.　　. 　  ˚　.　 . ✦　˚　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

“f-fuck, el— right there,” you’re whining, full on babbling by this point, pretty nails— that she picked the color of earlier that week of course— digging into ellie’s back, scratching over the chestnut colored freckles there. her lips are on your neck, wet and warm whilst she licks over your pulse point, rocking against you with her hand.

her hand? her hand that’s squeezed between the fat of your thighs, two fingers filling you up oh-so perfectly, curling to hit that spongy spot inside you that would have you keening.

and you’re almost there! you’re so close, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hung open and blubbering her name over and over and-

“shit— we need milk, we’re out of milk.”

it’s like a record screeching, the way her rosy face lifts up, tufts of auburn hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as she startles at the realization she made— while literally knuckles fucking deep.

“w-what?” you gasp, head falling back against the pillow as her fingers slow just slightly, the random thought coming to the forefront of her focus. “I forgot to get it yesterday.” she continues.

“you’re telling me that, ri-right now ellie?” you whine, rolling your hips against her hand, grinding yourself against the fingers in you.

“If i don’t say it right now, i’ll forget again,” ellie muttered, offering you a small apologetic smile as she dips her head to your neck again, nipping at the already sore skin.

“you’ll—” your words are cut off when she curls her fingers, fee thumb swiping against your throbbing clit. “f-forget any-ahh- anyway,” you chastise, sucking your bottom lip in your teeth.

“mm, y’gotta remind me after i make you cum, kay?”

[abbyscherry]

just a lil nerdy!abby x reader x ellie brain rot. 18+

nerdy!abby who somehow forgot you were deeply involved with someone already and can’t seem to focus on anything but the sound of your sweet little moans and the way your back arches as Ellie drags her lips across your neck, fingers pinching and slightly twisting your hardened nipples, evident through your thin cotton t-shirt.

You invited her here to study but that suddenly went out the window when Ellie turned up, forgetting all about your cute little study date with several rolled blunts in her hand, and eyes slightly pink from already smoking one of them before she left her dorm. She hadn’t meant to interrupt something you obviously told her about, but seeing the way Abby’s eyes widen at the sight of her walking into your bedroom, books open and scattered in random places on your bed, had her chuckling.

“aren’t you supposed to be studying?” Ellie mumbles, lips still glued to your skin but her eyes locking with the blonde who was hunched over one of her many books, glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, “think your friend likes watching, pretty girl”

Giggling softly, you shove your girlfriend with your shoulder, eyes flickering between the two women. “She’s just nervous around new people Els, and you’re staring at her like you wanna either be her friend or shout at her, i wouldn’t blame her for being nervous” you mumble, smiling shyly when the blonde looks over at you again.

“Nervous?” Ellie scoffs, hand landing on the meat of your thigh, squeezing with a hum. “didn’t seem nervous when she watched me shove my tongue down your throat, or when i had my hands under your shirt, but what do i know, hm?”

“i wasn’t— wasn’t watching” Abby stutters, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes falling back onto the words on her book in front of her. Unaware of the hard stare Ellie was giving her, while you fumbled with your fingers on your nap nervously.

“No? you think i don’t notice the way you look at my girl?”

The way she worded the question had Abby feeling more and more suffocated the longer she sat on your bed. The turtle neck sweater she had on was making her feel even hotter as the silence lasted. Tension was thick and you were starting to think Ellie was trying to make her more uncomfortable on purpose. “i don’t—”

Your eyes flickered up from your fingers when hearing Ellie’s breathless chuckle and you found her with her head back on your pillows, blunt still neatly tucked between her fingers. “relax, m’just fucking with you”

“Els you’re such an ass—”

“But you look at her, yeah?”

This question had stumped both you and Abby. Of course, Ellie would be the only one to actually realize her glances at you, and yours at her. The Blonde had thought she was a little more subtle with hers though. Always able to hide behind her book when she noticed Ellie’s hand sliding up a little too high on your thigh, squeezing the skin as she tears those soft little moans from you. How her hand lingers on your ass, patting and sometimes roughly grabbing the plush of it when she’s got your lips locked with hers. Or even how she’s shamelessly watched and blushed deeply when the Auburn, like today, shoves her hand up your shirt without a single care. 

“Well, it’s hard not to, she’s really pretty” She admits, no longer looking at either of you.

“That she is” Ellie hums, resting an arm behind her head, her other hand slowly riding up your leg, leaving goosebumps on your skin and sending shivers down your spine. “makes you wanna kiss her, yeah?”

“Ellie, what are you doing?”

Her eyes never leave Abby’s wide blue ones, hand still trailing up your thigh, “m’not doing anything, pretty girl. just want you both to admit it. i think your friend here is feelin’ a little left out, It’s nice to share sometimes”

Abby’s eyes couldn’t get any wider at Ellie’s words, while you, were looking at the woman who was still hunched over her books, glasses now placed beside her, and just staring at you both— blushing furiously.

“you wanna kiss my girl, Abby?”

Wordlessly nodding like a lost puppy, the blonde looks all over your face for any discomfort, and when she only finds you smiling shyly she takes that as her cue to move a little closer to you, eyes drifting back to a hood-eyed Ellie, who was still resting on your bed, arm tucked behind her head, and a grin on her face.

And Abby’s damn near whimpering when her lips finally touch yours. Her hands are shifting between resting on your shoulders, to your hips, then your face. She wasn’t sure where to put them honestly, she was slightly nervous to fuck up with this but hearing the soft mewls she’s managed to pull from you from a simple kiss, has her brain in overdrive.

It wasn’t until you let out a choked-out whimper that Abby had pulled away with a string of spit separating you, worried she had hurt you, that she noticed Ellie had her lips back on your neck, sucking and biting on your skin, her green eyes still on the Blonde’s, watching her every move. “she’s cute, aint she?” She chuckles, pulling away. “Baby, lay down”

Both of them watched you obediently listen to your girlfriend’s demand, back resting on the pillows as you nibbled on your lower lip, the lip balm Abby had picked out to use today still lingering. It wasn’t until Ellie placed her hand on your hip that you gasped, looking up at her with soft eyes. “Pretty little thing” she murmurs more or so to herself, sliding your shirt up to reveal the lacy bra you had decided to wear today. “God, you’re lucky i’m being nice and letting only you see her like this”

One of Abby’s hands joined the mix not even 5 seconds later, your legs falling apart beside them as they slowly traced your skin with their fingers, and it was Ellie that laughed breathlessly when she spotted the very wet patch on your panties, “you likin’ this a lot huh, baby?”

“Els—”

“Shh, don’t worry, pretty girl. Abby’s gonna take real good care of you, ain’t ya?”

“I don’t— i know what i’m doing”

Rolling her eyes, the Auburn was quick to grab Abby’s hand in hers and slide it in between your legs, “you two are the same huh? needy little sluts—” She mutters with a scoff, her breath fanning Abby’s ear hotly. “feel how wet she is”

Both you and Abby let out a moan when she presses her thumb against your covered clit, her face heating up just feeling how wet you truly are. Ellie on the other hand was watching your facial expression like a hawk, “feel good baby? yeah i bet it does” she coos, tearing a whimper from you just by her mocking words and tone. Her finger guides Abby’s to rub at your clit, her jaw clenched and eyes focused on nothing but your face. Pressing down harder, she smirks when you grip— well try to grip both their hands, your hips bucking as you try to grind against Abby’s fingers.

“Now fuckin’ touch my girl like you mean it and make her cum”

[babydollmarauders]

SECOND TRIMESTER — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem reader

part of the el!hughes au

summary: when y/n (Lovie) is having trouble sleeping and her pregnancy hormones are at their peak, Jack convinces her she won’t make his injury worse by riding him.

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, p in v (unprotected), pregnancy sex, slight degradation, praise. (2k words)

notes: everyone’s been asking for a Jack and Lovie smut, so i thought when better to do the first one than when Lovie is feeling extra needy?

my husband and i lay on opposite sides of our mattress.

i’m curled up on my side, one leg curled up towards my stomach and laid on a pillow, facing my husband but at least two feet apart from him. meanwhile, he sprawls lazily on his back, scrolling on his phone.

i peek an eye open to look at him, stretching out my arm and placing my hand on his naked torso.

Jack glances over at me in thinly veiled amusement, an expression of disbelief curtaining his face.

“so, when i try to cuddle you, you push me away and tell me to stay on my side of the bed, but now you wanna touch me?” he gapes, glancing down at my hand that’s plastered onto his abs.

“precisely.” i state, my voice groggy and words drawled, “we touch on my terms, and right now, i can’t sleep and i need to feel you.”

“but i can’t cuddle you?” his full bottom lip pokes out in an exaggerated pout.

“no. you’re like a furnace and your spawn has made me into one too.”

“my spawn.” he echoes my words with amusement, “is that what we’re calling our baby now?”

“mhm.” i hum in confirmation, readjusting my leg on its pillow and wiggling my body. “i forgot how hard it is to sleep while pregnant.”

Jack locks his phone, discarding it onto his nightstand.

“is there anything i can do to help you sleep?” i mull over his offer, carefully considering each option that my mind thinks up.

there’s only one that really interests me, but as soon as my eyes land on his injured shoulder, i shake my head.

“no.” i finally tell him, but he cocks a brow at my hesitation.

“you sure?” he questions, “because based on the look on your face, i’d say you thought of one.”

i eye his shoulder again, thinking it over once more; but this time, his eyes follow my line of sight before he sighs.

“you’re not gonna break me, lovie.” he ushers me forward until i’m curled up into him, my medium sized bump pressed against his side. “i’m fine and i’ll continue to be fine even if we cuddle.”

cuddle.

he thinks i’m afraid of cuddling him.

he thinks cuddling is what will help me fall asleep.

“that’s not what i want.” i murmur, barely above a whisper.

“huh?” his fingers dance lightly up and down my back, sending goosebumps throughout my skin.

“i didn’t wanna cuddle.”

“then what is it you need, lovie?” he asks in a hushed tone, his baby blues gazing into mine as i look up at him.

i press my lips to his chest, mumbling out my next words, “i wanna ride you.”

“i can’t hear you, baby.” my eyes flutter closed, a silent sigh leaving my lips when i realize i’ll have to repeat my statement.

“i wanna ride you.” i repeat, slightly louder this time.

Jack’s hand freezes on my back, eyes widening just slightly before they go back to normal.

“forget it, i’ll go make some warm milk or something.” i huff, making a move to roll away from him, but his hand wraps around my forearm, effectively stopping me from getting far.

“c’mere.” he orders, darkness clouding his eyes as his pupils blow out.

his chest puffs a little when i do as he says, crawling back over to him and sitting on my knees beside him. i look down at him, hair falling to curtain my face.

“you wanna ride me, baby?” one corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk, “you wanna sink that pussy down on my cock and get yourself off?”

my breathing is becoming labored, my thighs clenching at his dirty talk, and he immediately takes notice.

“you do.” he confirms, “you wanna wear yourself out and make a mess on my cock.”

a whimper draws up from the back of my throat, nodding my head hastily.

“go ahead, lovie.” he urges, pushing the comforter down and kicking it off his lower body.

he’s half hard already, his bulge beginning to strain against his gray sweatpants. my body reacts to the sight instantly, my dampening core becoming a puddle.

but before i can jump on my husband, i hesitate, looking back down at his injury.

“are you sure?” my voice is small and meek, unsure in my actions, but when i look into his eyes, i find them darkened with lust, pupils blown.

“fuck, baby.” he groans, throwing his head back on his pillow. “yes, i’m sure. now please, just ride me.”

he doesn’t have to tell me again, i make quick work of stripping off my oversized t-shirt, laying on my back and hooking my thumbs through my panties before trying to yank them down. but my bump prevents me from getting very far in this position.

“Jack.” i whisper, a little embarrassed by the predicament.

“yeah, lovie?” i can hear the amusement in his tone, making me roll my eyes.

“can you help me?” his face pops up in front of my own as he sits up, leaning over my body.

“i’ve got you, my love.” he takes over for me, hooking his index fingers in the sides of my panties and pulling them down my thighs.

“thank you.” i tell him as he throws the now dampened panties in a vague direction towards our hamper. “now lay down.”

he chuckles at my attempt of demanding, laying back down anyways.

i roll back over and get back on my hands and knees, crawling over my husbands body and hovering over his thighs.

“hi, beautiful.” he smirks, letting his fingers trail up my sides, but his hips jerk when my own hand comes down to palm him through his sweatpants. “fuck.”

i bite my lip, tugging at the hem of his pants until they finally come down just enough for his erection to spring out. i lick my lips at the sight, any other time, i would gladly take the moment to get my lips on him, but right now? i need him in other places.

i crawl higher up his body until my face is hovering over his, lowering myself just enough to capture his lips with mine.

a soft moan pours from my lips to his, my hips lowering to grind upon his hardened cock. his hips buck up, his hand now tangling in my hair as he pulls me in deeper. his tongue grazes my lips, urging me to open up to him, and i do so eagerly, letting his tongue into my mouth to battle with mine.

“Jacky.” i whimper against him, grinding myself down onto him again.

“sit on my cock, lovie.” he gruffs, and it’s just the push i need in order to grasp his length in my hand, lining him up with my entrance before i finally sink down onto him.

my head tips back, a moan escaping my parted lips, and his hand immediately covers my mouth.

“gotta be quiet.” he states, voice strained as my walls envelop his cock. “Luke and El are sleeping right down the hall. you don’t wanna wake them, do you?”

i eagerly shake my head, enticing him to let his hand drift away from my mouth and down to my full breast. he squeezes roughly, pinching at my nipple and pulling it.

my hips grind against his, my clit dragging along his pelvic bone, but i bite my lip to hold back my sounds.

“good girl.” he praises, causing a full body shiver to encase me.

i lift myself, beginning to bounce on his dick, and the squelches of him rubbing through my wetness spur me on, lowering myself closer to his chest in order to hit a better angle.

the tip of his cock hits my g-spot and my eyes roll back, my jaw going slack as i drag my hips up and then back down.

“you’re doing so good for me, lovie.” he whispers, leaning up to let his lips graze the shell of my ear. “this is what you needed, isn’t it? to fuck yourself on my cock like a good whore? get yourself all tired out?”

i whimper behind pursed lips, nodding my head, “yes, Jack. fuck.”

he leans back down, his head back on the pillow as his fingers grip at my ass. a strangled noise escapes his throat, his cock twitching inside of me as i swivel my hips.

“just like that.” he breathes, his hips beginning to buck up in order to meet mine.

my breathing is heavy, my hands forming fists on Jack’s chest as i begin to feel that familiar pressure settle in my stomach.

“oh my god.” my words are panted out, my legs starting to ache, but i push myself to finish.

“not god, baby. just me.”

my teeth sink into my bottom lip, a squeak leaving me as my hips begin to stutter, the knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter with each meeting of our skin.

“Jack, i’m gonna-” i can barely finish my sentence, being cut off with a whine as his thumb finds my clit, beginning to rub circles into it.

“cum for me.” he orders, rubbing faster with each passing second, “make a mess on my cock so you can sleep.”

my walls squeeze him tighter, my legs shaking and my breath catching in my throat as my orgasm hits me. my hips halt in their movements, but Jack’s don’t stop, rather fucking up into me to ride me through my release.

until finally, he falters, his rhythm becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, his hot cum spilling into me in ropes.

his hand cups the back of my head, pulling me down so his lips meet mine, and i let him moan against them.

our bodies press against each other, as we lay there basking in the afterglow of sex, my eyelids fluttering open and shut, my body on the precipice of sleep.

“did it work?” he asks me, a gentle hand running up and down my back.

“mhm.” i hum, “are you okay?”

he sighs as i peer at him through my lashes, scanning his face for any sign of pain.

“lovie, i’m fine. stop worrying about me.” i pout at his response, nodding my head and laying it down on his chest.

“so what made you want this?” he questions, “the last couple months if i even try to insinuate sex, you look like you wanna beat me with El’s blocks.”

i press my lips to his chest, stifling a laugh.

“damn second trimester hormones.” i huff, “i’m so horny all the time right now.”

the corner of Jack’s lips quirk up in a smirk, “i think i love the second trimester.”

“shut up.” i giggle, rolling my eyes as i finally lift myself off of him, getting off the bed.

i leave my husband behind in order to use the bathroom and change back into my t-shirt and some new panties before i lay back down.

“okay, you can cuddle me.” i decide right after a hefty yawn.

“too late.” he says, an exaggerated pout playing at his lips. “i don’t wanna cuddle anymore.”

“too bad. i’m your wife and i want cuddles now so i get cuddles, because i’m carrying your child.”

Jack feigns an exasperated sigh, pulling me in so my back lays against his chest, his hand resting on my bump. he peppers light kisses up my shoulder and the side of my neck.

“i guess.” i can hear the smile in his tone, making me giggle.

“there is no guess. you love me.” i state, my hand coming down to lay on top of his.

“yeah, i love you.” he playfully concedes, pressing one last chaste kiss to my neck. “so much.”

“i love you too.”

sleep pulls at my consciousness, my eyes falling closed as i let out one final yawn, and just before i fall asleep, i can register the feeling of Jack’s hand soothingly rubbing my bump.